I glance out the window, slowly stretching out the aches and grimacing around a yawn. The sun winks back at me with its familiar glow and I lurch back in surprise. I was expecting bleak clouds hovering in an expectant sky. Why is it that I long for the day to mimic the state of my heart?
Wrapped in barbed wire, bleeding and withering in the face of love turned to scorn.
I slowly stand back in the window and let the sun wash over me. Perhaps one day it will give me the courage I need to leave.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end. This one came in at 101 words.
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